“Where’s my beer, Gary-boy?”
“It’s... in your hand, Robert...”
“I ain’t talking about this one, it’s empty. Bring me another one!”
“I... I think you should slow down on all those beers... you were just supposed to take one or two and now you’ve almost drank half a dozen to yourself...”
“You’re not telling me to do anything, boy!”
“Look... you’re not listening to yourself, this isn’t you! You were just supposed to look a little older so that you look manlier instead of effeminate in front of my folks, but this has gotten out of hand! You look as old as my dad!”
“What is so hard to understand in ‘bring me another beer’, huh?”
Robert pulled himself out of the sinking couch and stood up in the corner of the living room, towering over Gary at six foot four with a firm and solid beergut in front of him. He belched lewdly and rubbed the protruding hairy sphere before letting out another nauseous belch.
Gary flinched and looked up with fear at what used to be his cute twinkish boyfriend now a massive bear.
“Maybe you should drink some beer yourself and finally put some hair and meat on that smooth chest of yours.” Robert grumbled with his echoing voice, not incredibly deep, but powerful enough to be easily heard outside.
“Please... Listen to yourself...you’re not thinking clearly...”
“I’ve never been thinking clearer than now, Gary-boy!”
“I’m not some boy!”
Robert smirked at the insulted younger boyfriend. He stretched up and yawned, the old jeans creaking around the thick thighs lurked inside. The yawn ended abruptly with another belch of the bear.
‘God, I can’t let him drink anymore... he’s already grown so massive!’ Gary thought, looking toward the fridge in the kitchen.
“I’m gonna take another beer myself, then.” Robert pouted. “But you better hurry up before I take all of them.”
“Robert! There are like 7 bottles left in the damn fridge! And who knows when you’ll change back, huh? That is if you ever help me conjuring the reverse spell!”
“Mehh. We’ll see.” The big bear shrugged as he chugged his sixth beer.